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So today marks the beginning of Week 9 or Month 3. Two months down, seven to go.
And boy, did it arrive like a ton of bricks.
I'm nauseated (for the first time, really), exhausted and generally feel like crap. I'm going to either cry to scream at someone today, I just know it. And poor James, it will probably be him.
Not enjoying the pregnant today.
But in good news, the baby is the size of either a grape or an olive, depending on which site you read. I'm going with grape; I don't like olives.
And boy, did it arrive like a ton of bricks.
I'm nauseated (for the first time, really), exhausted and generally feel like crap. I'm going to either cry to scream at someone today, I just know it. And poor James, it will probably be him.
Not enjoying the pregnant today.
But in good news, the baby is the size of either a grape or an olive, depending on which site you read. I'm going with grape; I don't like olives.